BESS - Поднимай свои бабки - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

If you want to live a beautiful life, make your own money, make your own money. If you want to live a beautiful life, make your own money, make your own money, son, make your own money, son.

If you want to live a beautiful life, make your own money, make your own money, make your own money, son.

I hear a lot of talk, constant gossip, aaaah.

About people doing their own thing.

Rumors fly past my ears like flies.

Boys are more blunt than girlfriends.

Why are you pouring this crap in my ear? Don't believe the rumors.

It's not your thing, plus it's stupid.

It won't bring in any income, it won't give you any respect, and it's just not cool.

Come up with your own plan, don't discuss other people's plans.

Otherwise, your train will leave, I've seen people like that.

You know you're the master of your life.

Do what you want with it, these are just my thoughts.

If you want to live a beautiful life, make your own money, make your own money. If you want to live a beautiful life, make your own money. Raise your money, raise your money, son. Raise your money, son.

If you want to live a beautiful life, raise your money, raise your money, raise your money, son.

I have some buddies in my life, they say, "Bess, politics is all right."

I tell them, "Isn't this a dirty business?" They laugh as if I told them a joke.

Get back down to earth for a minute.

Politics is money, what does it have to do with dirty dealings and construction?

We don't care about these laws. You take the land and put up your parking lots and car washes.

There's no arguing with that, that's the whole truth, pal.

If you say you don't want to, they'll call you crazy.

I can tell you a hundred times that it's not true, but...

A bank account is the only hope for tomorrow.

If you want to live a beautiful life, raise your money, raise your money. If you want to live a beautiful life, raise your money, raise your money, raise your money, son.

If you want to live a beautiful life, raise your money. Raise your money, raise your money, son.

Anyway, what's the point of all this talk? We were all born in the vastness behind a barbed fence.

The land of the Soviets, man, where we all know people weren't taught to hustle, but learned it ourselves.

That's why we hate it so much when our neighbor gets up

And starts something clever.

Plus he hates these, plus he hates those.

The diagnosis is the same: everyone's allergic to other people's success.

It's not envy, it's a residue in our blood.

They don't owe us anything, and understand the rest of it.

Basically, you know yourself, you're the master of your life.

Do what you want with it, these are just my thoughts.

If you want to live beautifully, raise your money, raise your money.